Day 143| 3 June 2015 | Manchur to Kamti | The Walk of Hope 2015-16

  • Day 143- The Padayatra has a motorcyclist turn back dangerously for a 'Dekko', Wakholi, Solapur, Maharashtra
  • This child is perplexed to say the least by all the white shirts walking past, Shingoli, Solapur, Maharashtra
  • The Master cook reels off delicious Fafdas by the dozen, Kamti, Solapur, Maharashtra
  • Hearty welcome to Sri M at breakfast time, Kamti, Solapur, Maharashtra
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  • 6.Walk-of-Hope
  • A truely blessed child, Wakholi, Solapur, Maharashtra
  • 8.Walk-of-Hope
Leaving around 6.00 am, later than usual, the yatris walked from Manchur to Kamti. A faint full moon graced the early morning sky. Cool and breezy, the roads were deserted as they started out, with chirping birds as the only witnesses. The breakfast stop was a home, no more than four tin-sheet walls in the middle of nowhere, but breathtakingly beautiful. The padayatris had walked uphill for a bit, and this house was at the peak. For miles, for as far as the eye could see, there was nothing but rolling windswept barrenness with an odd tree here and there.

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Soon, the sun rose majestically. The orange orb came up slowly above the tree line, and then dominated the landscape! Diffusing the sky with an orange halo, it drove away all clouds and towered above all. Walking east, everyday the padayatris witness grand sunrises but as noon approaches, the sun is fierce, raging, with the ravaging heat dominating everything else, breaking one's will to move forward. Walking thus, they covered 18 kms and reached Kamti, by 12.30 pm after many short breaks. There was no Satsang planned in the evening and reaching the school, they rested for the day. The heat was debilitating with the temperature at 42 degrees, with hardly any breeze and no electricity. This was the first day with no fans! They tried to sleep but were kept wide awake by tiny stubborn, black flies hovering around their faces that just did not move away. Some men played cricket as the sun went down. The night was a degree cooler with the electricity back sporadically by 10.00 pm. In these vast deserted lands, having a roof over heads after the walk is the need. The local coordinators have arranged for stay, food, water and transportation for a hundred odd people in such places. The small battalion of around 25 to 30 coordinators and volunteers are in fire-fighting situations day in and day out. To be a volunteer is perhaps a more difficult challenge than walking. One plans and everything is going on fine till, like dominoes toppling, one thing and then the next goes wrong. Yet something works out in the end and the walk proceeds. This is a typical Deccan day - wearying, sapping, and tiring! It is difficult to get anything done—even simple day-to-day chores become a burden. The padayatris will leave this place on the morrow, and this Deccan heat in a few weeks, and go into a different clime. But for the residents of this place, it is their way of life. This land seems quite impoverished—one sees strife and hardship, there seems so much to be done. It is only the brave and hardy that can live here; only they can make a home of this vast barrenness. It is indeed a testament to the ‘never say die’ attitude of the human spirit!


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  1. Well Dressed Beggar says:

    Jai Gurudeva… Jai Maheshwarnath… Jai Kriya Babaji…Jai Sarva Santajana…

  2. Ann Shannon says:

    Thank you for this huge effort, for the courage, strength and tenacity it takes to make this sacrifice in the blistering sun, for this offering to life, for peace, love and harmony among all people, of all faiths. Love to you all on this arduous journey you have undertake for us all. Ann Shannon

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